Rage.
You belittled me.
You talked down to me.
In front of our son.
Hate. Welling within me.
How dare you!
Turning something joyful
Into a crisis.
All because everything isn’t set in stone.
Yet.
This next week is supposed to be our time.
To talk.
To laugh.
To love.
As a family.
As US.
And now.
Right now.
Rage.
And I want to leave your belitting, condescending attitude behind.
Asshole.